Author's Note, Thanks again to kenjisato for editing and suggestions.
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Saturday afternoon, Richard drove the rental car into a driveway. And around a short bend was the beach house. Carrie was all smiles. It was small, but well cared for, and hidden from the road by some shrubs. And to the side, was a path through some brush, and beyond was some blue peeking through it.
"Leah! Is that the beach?"
Richard watched his daughter grab the hand of his fantasy 'daughter', as the two hurried down the path until the beach was before them.
It was perfect, Carrie thought. "Just like I remember," they heard Richard say, following them. A few hundred yards long and no one on it at the moment. At the far end appeared to be another access to the beach. "You can see why Jake won't sell out," he added.
Leah came up behind Carrie, and wrapped her in her arms. "A week with you on this beach," she whispered, before kissing her neck.
"Come!" Carrie exclaimed. "There's still a few more hours of daylight." She grabbed Leah's hand, and they ran back to the beach house.
"I have the key, ladies!" Richard reminded them, then hurried to follow.
They entered with suitcases and looked around. "Lovely!" Carrie declared. It was as neat and simple as the outside. The women brought the suitcases into the bedroom, and as Richard headed out to get more things from the car, he heard the bedroom door slam shut.
As he returned with a second load, he stopped and stared. He had seen them naked plenty of times by now, but something about bikinis, and THOSE bikinis. The curves of Carrie's thong accentuated her thighs and the top showed off her youthful cleavage and perfect breasts to their best, and her nipples were poking through the sheer material.
But Leah! The two small patches of cloth barely covered her perky breasts, and the thong merely covered her pussy. He realized, now, that both had shaved their bushes.
"Come join us!" Leah pleaded, as she grabbed some beach towels.
"No, Carrie. Enjoy the beach, I'll get things put away. No argument! Go!"
They headed to the path, as Carrie declared, "We have a great 'dad!'"
Leah giggled. It was true, she thought.
On the beach, they laid out towels in the late afternoon sun, just a few clouds in the sky. The air was warm, and they looked around; they still had the whole beach to themselves. "Do we need these bikinis?" Leah asked, rhetorically.
"No!" came the answer, as Carrie quickly removed her top. As Leah stood to take hers off, Carrie pulled the string and let it fall. Next came the thongs, and now nude, both lay on the towels, basking in the warm afternoon air.
"We forgot to bring sunscreen. Good thing the sun is low," Leah said, then, with a smirk, "I'll be happy to put it on you tomorrow."
They lay there a good half hour until Carrie said. "God! This is great! I wish it was more than a week."
Leah sat up and looked at the blue, beckoning water. "Carrie, ever gone skinny-dipping?"
"No!"
"Neither have I!"
Hand-in-hand they ran to and into the warm, azure water.
"Oh, this is great!" Carrie repeated. Chest deep in water, she approached Leah and the two kissed. It was an erotic kiss, befitting an exotic locale.
As the sun approached the horizon, they returned to the towel, then sat and watched until twilight started to approach. "We should go help dad," Leah said, feeling a bit guilty, having left him to organize.
They gathered towels and bikinis then walked, nude, back to the beach house. Richard looked out the window and saw the apparition of two lovely forms step onto the veranda, having just used the outdoor shower. The tropical setting seemed to enhance their beauty.
"Enjoyed the water, I see," he said, getting things out for dinner as they entered.
They found he had changed into shorts and a tank top. "Yes! And stop what you're doing, grab a scotch and enjoy the veranda. Carrie and I will make dinner."
To make the point, Carrie pushed him out of the kitchen. "I'll bring you your scotch. Go!"
He sat in the evening air, looking forward to a week with two lovely ladies in a tropical paradise.
Carrie appeared, still nude, with a glass, ice, and the whole bottle. "The bottle has to last the week, remember," she warned him, before giving him a long kiss, followed by a sexy look from her bright-blue eyes.
"Come on, Carrie. I need your help," Leah called.
Carrie rolled her eyes and headed in, as Richard admired her, before pouring a long scotch.
As twilight ended, the ladies called him in. At the little table, he found candles, a bottle of wine, and a simple dinner. But the feast was to see these lovely ladies, topless with just knee length sarongs.
"Is this what I'll be treated to at dinner every night?" he quipped. "The staff here looks fabulous."
"I plan to wear as little clothes as possible this trip," Leah grinned.
The women insisted on cleaning up, then found a simple beach house meant no dishwasher. Richard took a stool at the little counter separating the kitchen and living room, and just enjoyed watching topless women at work. And when they finished, the three sat on the veranda and enjoyed the last of the wine, as well as the mild evening air.
They sat, exchanging glances, and touching hands. The lust-driven hurry to get into bed earlier in the relationship, had given way to a little more patience. But things escalated when Carrie ran her foot in Richard's crotch, and he could see there was nothing under the sarong. Not to be outdone, Leah ran her hand over his chest.
"Have you finished your wine yet?" he asked, mischievously. Standing, they shared kisses before the women pulled off his tank top and shorts. He, in turn, untied Carrie's sarong and let it fall, followed by Leah's. With everyone naked, they headed for the bedroom.
It was a queen size, so smaller than their bed at home. But it would do, especially for lovemaking. With Richard in the middle, they kissed and licked each other, while the women each had a hand on his growing cock.
"Leah and I would like to show our appreciation for this wonderful vacation," Carrie started, before driving her tongue into his mouth. Leah moved to his manhood and was soon sucking on it while Carrie offered him a tit to suck on.
"You like sucking on tits, don't you?" she asked her fantasy father, seductively. "That's it, suck on my tits, 'daddy!'"
Leah made love to his cock, reveling in pleasing him. She licked it before returning to sucking on it. She took long strokes, as he moaned on Carrie's nipple. "Yes, cum in your daughter's mouth. She wants to taste you." Carrie teased.
His lovers were too much for him and he began bucking his hips and soon, his cock erupted into Leah's waiting mouth. She swallowed load after load, as he never let Carrie's tit leave his lips. "Fuck, Leah..." he mumbled, when it was over.
"Good girl! Come get your reward," Carrie said, laying on her back. Richard watched as his real daughter got into a sixty-nine with his 'other daughter' and began pleasuring each other. Through slurps and moans, he enjoyed seeing their passions rise until both came.
They slept together that night, with Leah cozily in the middle, thinking about the beach.
*****
The next morning, the women woke up to the aroma of coffee brewing. Richard had slipped out of bed without them noticing. They entered the kitchen to find him in just his Speedos. Leah wolf whistled, admiring how it enhanced his trim physique. "Wow, dad! I've never seen you in those."
"Glad you approve," he replied, then saw they were stark naked. "Going to the beach like that?"
"You bet," Carrie answered. "If no one is there like yesterday."
"Or, maybe, if they are!" Leah snorted.
Carrie walked up to him and pressed a hand to his crotch, looking at him with those blue eyes. "Damn, Richard! You look hot in those! Oh... Good morning," she said seductively, before giving him a lingering kiss. It was one of those little gestures Carrie could do that made him weak in the knees.
The women ate quickly, anxious to get to the beach. And with the beach basket filled, they practically dragged Richard down to the beach path. At the opening to the beach, the women, still naked, peered about. No one in sight! The bikinis could stay in the basket. Richard laid out the beach blanket and towels.
"Dad! You're not going to keep those on, are you?"
He looked at the naked apparitions and realized, why not! As the Speedos were taken off, Carrie began putting sunscreen on Leah. And as he sat, Leah did the same for Carrie.
"Come on 'dad,' your turn!" Carrie called. "Don't want you to get a sunburn."
Richard found himself being told to stand as the ladies slathered his whole body with sunscreen, paying particular attention to his crotch. They lay on the towels in the late-morning sun, listening to the gentle lapping of water. With Richard in the middle, both women put a hand on his hip, then Carrie's moved to his cock, gently touching it.
"Ladies! Don't give me an erection here."
Carrie giggled, "That would be fun!" Then with mock sadness, "Okay."
By late morning, Leah stood and noticed some people at the far end of the beach. They were far enough away to not worry. And they appeared to be nude, as well. She turned to the others and suggested a skinny-dip. "Come on, dad! Join us."
"In a minute," he replied. What he wanted was a chance to watch them walk into the water. And he did watch as Leah took Carrie's hand and waded in. He found it a lovely sight. Then, decided to follow.
The women were waist deep before diving in. As they turned around, Richard was at the water's edge. Now, it was their turn to admire. He soon caught up with them. "Lovely, isn't it?" he asked.
